Venice Vampyr - The Beginning

Yes, thoroughly. And maybe that was exactly the reason why he wanted her again now: his body had gotten in the mood for sex and wanted more. He was almost sure that was the reason. Almost.

Dante rose and washed quickly before he dressed and stalked downstairs, his nostrils flaring when he picked up her scent. He found Viola in the parlor, stretched out on the sofa, her eyes closed. The gentle rise and fall of her chest indicated that she was sleeping.

He lowered himself onto the sofa and gathered her in his arms, lifting her onto his lap. She stirred, but he merely settled her against his chest and stroked his hand over her back. She mumbled something in her sleep, but he didn’t have the heart to wake her. She looked so peaceful and content. He closed his eyes and relaxed. With Viola in his arms, everything seemed so much better.





Chapter Sixteen




“You sure you two don’t want to join us?” Isabella asked as Raphael put her black cloak across her shoulders and handed her a pair of long gloves.

His brother had finally realized that Dante only had Viola’s best interest in mind. And if he interpreted Raphael’s occasional smirks correctly, he was pleased with the developments between them. Raphael had said as much the day before.

“If I didn’t know you any better, I’d say you’re totally smitten with her.”

Dante had merely snorted and declined to answer his brother’s implied question.

“We’re sure.” Dante sat in his favorite armchair in front of the fireplace now, and what made the situation even more comfortable was the fact that Viola was snuggling against him, sitting on his lap. Why would he want to go out when he had everything he wanted right here? “Enjoy yourselves. I’ll take Viola dancing some other night.”

When the front door finally shut behind them, he looked at Viola’s rosy cheeks and red lips, dying for a taste. “You didn’t want to go, did you?”

She shook her long hair, which cascaded over her naked shoulders. She wore a low cut dress he’d ordered for her in a hurry. She hadn’t brought many clothes, and the blue dress she’d worn when he’d met her had started to become wrinkled and dirty. Besides, he liked seeing her in garments that revealed more skin than her own dress had.

They’d fallen into a comfortable routine over the last week and, to Dante’s surprise, he was still not bored with her. On the contrary, the more time he spent with her, the more he craved her company.

“I’d rather be here with you.” She paused. “Alone.”

At her suggestive tone, his cock twitched eagerly. He knew that husky tone and what it entailed. And he was more than ready for whatever she had in mind. “I’m your slave.”

She chuckled. “You don’t mean that.”

Dante touched his finger to her nose. “I do mean it. You’re the mistress of my body and my h—” Heart, he’d nearly blurted. Even if in jest, he couldn’t allow himself to say something like that.

Sweet as Viola was, she didn’t call him on it, didn’t demand he declare himself. Instead, she placed a soft kiss on his lips and slid off his lap.

“Don’t go,” he begged.

Her smile was back on her face, mischief twinkling in her eyes. “I’m not going anywhere.” She dropped down to the floor between his legs, shoving his knees further apart so she could scoot closer.

When her gaze dropped to his crotch, he almost choked. She’d never sucked him. He’d never demanded it, never asked despite all the things they’d done in and out of bed. Somehow, he’d always felt she wasn’t ready for it. Yet, she seemed ready now.

“You want to do this?”

She nodded.

“Here?”

Another nod.

“Now?”

His cock surged and pressed against his breeches, desperate to be let out of its confines. He ripped the first button open. Then her hand stopped him.

“Let me do it.”

Dante let his head fall against the backrest of his armchair and exhaled. “Why now?” He felt as if he’d died and gone to heaven.

“I want to give you something you never asked for.”

He stroked his palm over her face and slid his thumb across her lips. “You know you don’t have to do that.” But he wanted it. By God, how he wanted to feel her lips around his cock.

Viola eased the remaining buttons open and freed his hard shaft. “You’re beautiful.”

Her breath whispered against his naked skin, caressing him, teasing him. He watched her wrap her small hand around him and shifted in his seat to shove his breeches further down, allowing her better access not just to his cock but also his balls. She helped him pull the fabric down to his ankles so he could spread his thighs wide, opening himself up to her.

When she shifted closer and leaned over his groin, he let out a moan.

She giggled. “I haven’t even started.”

“I know, my sweet, but you have no idea what the power of suggestion can do to a man. If you don’t take me into your beautiful mouth soon, I’m going to come without you even touching me.”